Chapter 389: Fiery Breath

It will take another twenty-seven seconds for the entrance to the royal mausoleum to be fully opened.

The ancient lion, wrapped in raging flames, has already fallen to the foot of the Kindness Mountain like a blazing cannonball, stirring up dust and making the mountain tremble.

Dai Qisi looked up at the mountain peak, stepped on the ground with four feet and flew into the air.

In just three seconds, she will be able to completely step on the ground of the top of Kindness Mountain, swing a blazing blade claw that tears through the air, and tear this despicable mothman who dared to tease her into countless pieces.

But Dai Qisi, who had just run halfway up the mountain, looked up and saw that the mothman was carrying a thick iron pipe on his shoulder, and the iron pipe ejected a blunt-headed large-caliber cannonball, which flew towards her at a high speed.

However, this so-called "speed" is only relative to mortals.

In Dai Qisi's golden eyes, the flying speed of the blunt-headed cannonball was too slow, even slower than the field heavy artillery shells carried by the British army that she had just destroyed!

For the Ancient Lion, whose five senses were extremely sharp, this cannonball with an instantaneous speed of 300 feet per second was as slow as a buzzing annoying fly.

She only needed to gently raise her claw blade and casually swing it forward to easily intercept and tear the cannonball.

"Even though two thousand years have passed, mortals are still just mortals."

"Even if I have received the gift of the Goddess of Casting, I am already weak and incompetent, and the weapons I have made are even more vulnerable... I am so disappointed."

Daqisi thought so, and when she pounced forward and was suspended in the air and could not dodge, she casually swung her right claw, and four slender claw blades as sharp as knives pierced out from the pads of her flesh, slashing at the oncoming blunt-headed cannonball.

Boom - the expected explosion sounded, but such a slight roar was as insignificant as the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies to the Ancient Lion.

Daqisi had once come into contact with the real thunder of the heart in the war between the Shadowless Empire and the Kingdom of Macedonia, and the terrifying thunder roar that was enough to shake the soul is still fresh in her memory.

However, the next moment, she unexpectedly felt the long-lost pain. The claw blade that cut the blunt-headed shell suddenly touched an extremely hot metal jet.

The needle-like metal jet was even several times hotter than the magma on the surface!

Such a terrifying temperature was even unbearable for the fiery ancient lion!

The sharp claw blades that Dai Qisi had tempered for thousands of times had succumbed to this extremely terrible high temperature at this moment, and melted into a charred black viscous bone liquid in an instant. The piercing pain of burning bones rushed towards her.

The golden lion's eyes flashed with a painful look.

Dai Qisi stopped and stared at her claw blade that had melted half of it. The ultra-high temperature metal jet that burst out from the front of the blunt-headed shell not only melted her three claw blades, but also splashed to the center of her palm, corroding the steel-hard meat pads. The golden lion bones could be clearly seen between the melted bronze flesh.

The flesh and blood near the wound had been stained with a layer of turbid black color. Even though the power contained in it could not turn the flesh and blood of the ancient lion, it could effectively slow down the healing speed of the flesh and blood.

The black flesh and blood were wriggling stubbornly, but they could not heal the wound quickly.

The moth bone fragments mixed in the ultra-high temperature metal jet seemed to contain the same ancient power as the ancient war lion forged by the Golden General himself, or even more ancient than her.

Even though the flesh and blood like molten gold had struggled hard, it could not defeat the extremely small moth bone fragments in a short time and make the injured flesh and blood heal quickly.

But in the face of such a long-lost injury, the face of the ancient lion bloomed with a warm smile.

"Two thousand years... I haven't felt such a stimulating pain for two thousand years!"

"The feeling of being hurt is so intense! The pain signal is so hot!"

"The desire to fight that has not been boiling for two thousand years... is finally burning again!!!"

"Weapons can only become stronger after continuous recasting." Dai Qisi raised her head suddenly and looked at the moth shadow that had disappeared on the edge of the mountain. The golden lion's eyes were already burning with fighting spirit.

"Moth, you are indeed the test set by the general for me!"

"The pain you inflict is the best molten flame that can make me stronger and tougher!"

Daisi's heart was beating with excitement, and the violent heartbeat like the beating of a war drum became louder and louder!

It seemed that thunders were exploding in the Shanxin Mountain, and the rumbling and violent heartbeat was enough to scare the mortals passing by.

Dai Qisi suddenly raised her head and roared with fury that resounded through the sky. Her anger, her fighting spirit, and her heat gushed out from every pore of her body.

The cold and silent mountain seemed to be connected with this furious ancient lion in an incredible resonance, and the land on the top of the Shanxin Mountain seemed to tremble with Dai Qisi's thoughts.

Broken gravel fell, and the earth cracked into cracks. The hot breath mixed with the smell of sulfur gushed out from the deep cracks in the earth. The steaming hot breath had completely enveloped the top of the Shanxin Mountain, and it was like a burning cloud falling into the top of the mountain.

This smoke that looked like clouds and fog was hot enough to ignite the air. Every inch of the air on the top of the Shanxin Mountain was hot enough to burn, and the hot steaming breath was eagerly searching for any combustible materials.

The shivering insects and rats hiding among the rocks of the mountain burned with a bang, and the inexplicable flames instantly roasted these low-level creatures who innocently stepped into the battlefield.

On the top of the mountain, the clothes of the two humans also burst into flames, and the scarlet flames attacked the two flesh fuels as if they had self-awareness.

But even though they had tried their best to lick the two flesh and blood bodies, they still could not cause any effective injuries.

The skin that had just been scorched had already peeled off in the next moment, and the fire could not spread to the deeper flesh and blood, let alone hinder the actions of the two flesh and blood fuels.

But this was not even Dai Qisi's attack, but just the aftermath of her excited roar.

The scarlet and blood-red hot flames had condensed and formed on the hooked lion tongue.

When the cloud-like steaming breath completely enveloped the top of the Kind Heart Mountain, the violent and blazing flames that were enough to melt the hard stone sprayed out from the mouth of the ancient lion, and the pillar of flames as thick as an adult's waist rushed straight to the top of the mountain.

There was a loud bang, and the terrifying explosion sounded straight into the sky.

The peak of Kindness Mountain, which pierced the sky like a sword, melted more than half under the furious blow of the Ancient Lion, just like a sharp sword breaking half of its corner in a furnace.

However, this mighty blow did not prevent the two moths on the top from continuing to open the royal tomb.

The two wild and chaotic heartbeats still resounded in Daiqisi's heart.

Just as she was about to adjust the angle and continue to spray out the second hot breath to completely shatter the peak of Kindness Mountain.

The figure of the moth man appeared on the edge of the half-missing mountain top, holding a tattered and dilapidated flintlock rifle against her head and slowly pulled the trigger.